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Trails
03:45
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There are highways down in New Mexico
Leading through wild mountain scene
These are places where I wanna go
Cause I’ve been there in my dreams
Yes I’ve been there in my dreams
Now I’m looking for some peace of mind
Let the wind blow through my sails
Though I don’t know what I’m gonna find
I’m following the trails, following the trails
There are mountains up in Idaho
Where the waters cold and clean
There’s a fountain where I wanna go
and I’ve been there in my dreams
Yes I’ve been there in my dreams
Yes, I’m looking for some peace of mind
Let the wind blow through my sails
Though I don’t know what I’m gonna find
I’m following the trails, following the trails
There’s a valley in California
Where the mountains touch the sea
There’s an alley I wanna walk with you
Cause you’ve shared your dream with me
Yes, you’ve shared your dream with me
And now we’re looking for some peace of mind
Let the wind blow through our sails
Though we don’t know what we’re gonna find
We are following the trails, following the trails
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2. |
When the nighthawks came
04:15
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I loved to watch the vultures glide in the evening sky
And I loved to sleep on the mountainside and hear the barred owl cry
I loved these colored hummingbirds they never look the same
But most of all I loved the time when the nighthawks came.
I loved these endless highway rides and our funny windshield talks
And I really loved the canyon lands and our endless canyon walks
And I loved to sing my own songs where noone knew my name
But most of all I loved the time when the nighthawks came.
It’s the hour between day and dark and that special nighttime sound
We were sitting in some national park when they used to come around
Oh I loved to feel the natives dance on their great Powwow
And I loved to watch the rodeos, this cellphone cowboys show
And I loved to hear good handmade songs far from the halls of fame
But most of all I loved the time when the nighthawks came.
It’s the hour between day and dark and that special nighttime sound
We were sitting in some national park when they used to come around
For six month on the open road, you, our love, and me
From the desert to the mountainside, from the mountains to the sea
Most of all these beauties we may never see again
But most of allwe’ll miss the time when the nighthawks came.
Most of all these beauties we will some day see again
until that day we’ll miss the time when the nighthawks came.
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3. |
Some rain in Santa Rosa
04:22
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We were riding trough the night
The lights of Albuquerque far away
but in the distance we could see some traffic light
Just as we needed a place to stay
And so we came to Santa Rosa.
This small town seemed kind of lost
As I remember it was the first of May
The campground was down-and-out but low the cost
And at the end of a tiring day
freezing rain in Santa Rosa.
We had sandstorms in Nevada
Snow in Old Chloride
We had prairie fire in New Mexico
But there was nothing like
some rain in Santa Rosa
You sorry town in the dust
You’ve had your days but now they’re gone
Shadows of great times, hidden under rust
But still it’s worth a song
When it rains in Santa Rosa
We had sandstorms in Nevada ...
So keep me warm my love
You are the shelter that I need
You guard me from the rain, the cold and the dust
You were very close to me
when it rained in Santa Rosa ….
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4. |
To a better end
04:30
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After three weeks in the desert we were reaching that mountain island
Surrounded by seas of waving grass
We were climbing up the highway to the highlands
Trying to find some rest.
With the first cry of the blue jay in the morning we watched the sunrise
Burning golden on the mountain in the sky
it reminds me of a song I always loved
As the years went by.
Now we’re so close together with a feeling that I’ve never
Known before you came to me
Hold me closer my love and smile at me again
Still I don’t know the answer to the easy way you open
Every door I didn’t see
This song was something like a bitter friend
But now I know we’ll bring the story .... to a better end
As the daylight was fading we climbed up to watch the sundown
On the mountain top over Chiricuahas land
And the two of us we stood breathless
Hand in hand
And with the last glow of the sunlight we could see two beautiful black ravens
Circling high above us and then gone
It reminds me of some lines that I’ve lended
From Kris Kristofferson.
Now we’re so close together ...
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Tales of Tohona
04:26
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Once again we’d lost our way in the south of Arizona
And we ended in an Indian reservation
we passed some battered settlements in the desert of Sonora
In the heart of the O’odham nation
There were lots and lots of trash lying beside the road
empty bottles and broken glass
And there were just as many crosses all along the road
Each one for a life that’s lost.
They are living on the far side of America
Guess it’s more a nightmare than a dream
when you’re looking at the dark side of America
The stars shine paler as they seem
Well, we had to stop the car to take a look at one of the crosses
And we felt the dark spirit of this place
he was the father of a family and his name was Vincent Boss
and he lost his life in a drunkards race
A hundred crosses later we reached the town of Sells
That’s the tribal capitol of the O’odham nation
We saw police and border patrol round an accident in the street
at the correctional centre of the reservation.
They are living on the far side ...
In a museum in Tucson we heard some more about this tribe
They were surviving the desert for 500 years
farmers and hunters who lost their water and their pride
and now it’s a long way out of the valley of tears
They are living on the far side ...
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6. |
Two days of riding west
02:48
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Two days of riding west, more than four hundred miles
The road is running close, to the route of the old Oregon trail
Almost sear brown bushes now and then some Ponderosa pine
But we are singing, we are listening to the missing years of John Prine
Thinking of all these settlers, one hundred fifty years ago
Six month on a waggon train, through wind and rain, through cold and snow Driven by a deep desire, to an unknown land called Oregon
We are following our own dreams, listening to some old Jayhawks songs
In a tidy town named Bend, we stopped for gazoline
Then back on the the road again, south, for the California dream
Rodney Crowell is singing his old song on our radio
“this old highway goes on forever”
for the two of us still so many miles to go
for the two of us still so many miles to go
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Colorado
05:01
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We followed your ways for a thousand miles
We saw you weak, we saw you wild
creeping through meadows, carving through stone
So many ways on your way home
mmmh Colorado you found your own way ages ago
mmmh wish that I knew which one’s the way that I should go
Sometimes I’m lost between too many ways
Is it better to walk on, better to stay
Some promise certainty, no rapids, no stone
some promise jeopardy but it’s your own song
Mmmh Colorado ...
No mountain’s too high, no canyon’s too deep
It’s just a wink of an eye on your way to the sea
No mountain’s too high, no canyon’s too deep
It’s just a wink of an eye on your way to the sea
Mmmh Colorado ...
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8. |
There's a song
03:54
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There’s a song in the murmur of the river
Running down the canyon for so long
Sometimes it’s running dry for more than half a year
Then again so wild and so strong
There’s a song in the whisper of the cottonwood
Dancing with the river in the wind
Changing with the seasons for bad or for good
Providing shady places for a friend
There’s a song and a rhythm in all the beauty out there
you only have to listen, you only have to care
There’s a song in the silence of the mountains
Guarding the valley for many a million years
Sometimes he is rumbling with thunder and with rain
But there is nothing he should fear
There’s a song and a rhythm in all the beauty out there
You only have to listen, you only have to care
So I switched off the noise of my TV
It won’t tell me anything I need
There are stories in the mountains, the rivers and the trees
And they are calling out for me.
There’s a song and a rhythm in all the beauty out there
we only have to listen we only have to care
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Hey silent rock
03:22
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Hey hey strong winds, blowing on so restless
Raising all the sands, and voices from the distance
Talking to those people here for so many years now
And now you toss the car of Angelika and me
There are so many things that we don’t know now
Hey restless wind, come talk to me
Hey restless wind, come talk to me
Hey hey full moon, rising so slowly
Spread your magic light, all over the valley
talking to those people here, for so many years now
And now you touch the heart of Angelika and me
There are so many things that we don’t know now
Hey silver moon, come talk to me
Hey silver moon, come talk to me
Hey mitten rocks, standing so silent
You’re the one that rules this magical island
talking to the Navajo for so many years now
And now you put a spell on Angelika and me
There are so many things that we don’t know now
Hey silent rock, come talk to me
Hey silent rock, come talk to me
Hey silent rock
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Another cowboy song
03:06
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Sometimes I wish I were a cowboy
I would listen to that old country song
When you’re looking at the world from high in the saddle
It’s so easy to tell right from wrong
I would get up so early in the morning
And work hard til the last day light
Sharing beer cans with dear friends late in the evening
Talking bout a world in black and white.
But sometimes I feel like I’m a stranger
In this land of truth and make believe
I was looking for some answers when I came here
But there are still so many questions now that I leave
Sometimes I wished you were my cowgirl
You would smile at everything I’d say
At rodeos and barbecues you’d be on my side
And there’s no need to think about another way
But sometimes we fel like we are strangers
In this land so shallow and so deep
It takes more than shining stars and angels
To be as beautiful as you can be
There must be more than shining stars and angels
To make you as beautiful as you can be
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When I was a little boy my father told me of the wild wild west
It was the story of leatherstocking and Chingachgook he loved the best
We watched all the western movies, Rio Bravo, Rio Lobo, Rio Grande
In a technicolour landscape where a man could be a man.
I think he always wanted to get there, but there were my mother, my brother and me
And as long as he couldn’t get there, every Sunday we rode through Ponderosa on TV... hey Dad
your little son has made it cross the pond to the land you loved the best
It’s such a shame that you are gone I’d like to tell you of the wild wild west.
Maybe ten years later my father slowly changed his mind
Vietnam and Watergate and the companies, he was not blind
He put the blame on America for all the evil he had to see
And his anger at America it rubbed off on me.
I guess he still wanted to get there, but somehow it was a place you shouldn’t be
And as long as he couldn’ t get there, every Tuesday we drove through Dallas on TV... hey Dad
your long haired son has made it cross the pond to the land you hated most
It’s such a shame that you are gone I’d like to tell you of the wild wild west.
When I was a grown-up man my father’s anger gently cleared away
No more discussions about America that lasted til the light of day
They were other things that mattered more and a price he had to pay
But finally we even played some songs written in the USA.
Maybe he still wanted to get there, but there’s a time that it’s too late for a dream
And although he knew he never would get there, every Thursday we saw Columbo on TV ... hey Dad
your grown-up son has made it cross the pond to the land you sadly missed
It’s such a shame that you are gone I’d like to tell you of the wild wild west.
So come over now my little ones I’m gonna tell you of the wild wild west
It’s the story of Leatherstocking and Chingachgook I love the best
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12. |
Labor day in Monterey
03:52
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The sun it shines on an ole motel
In this lovely seaside town
The small room seems like a wishing well
It was the cheapest that we’ve found
The pool is closed but we don’t mind
This is such a vintage place
It’s easy to find some peace of mind
With the sunshine on your face
It’s Labour day in Monterey
And time is standing still
Chinese take away and some Chardonais
no more quotas to fulfill
Old Motel Thunderbird it is really cool
The paint is peeling from the chairs
A blackbird’s bathing in the pool
But noone really cares
The sun is sinking oh so far away
the light is sparkling in your eyes
And tomorrow is just another day
But tonight is just tonight.
It’s Labour day in Monterey
And time is standing still
Chinese take away and some Chardonais
no more quotas to fulfill
It’s Labour day in Monterey
And there’s nothing left to do
The seagulls cry their lullaby
And now it’s time for me and you
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13. |
Craters of the moon
04:17
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Coming from Montana cross the lost trail pass
The mountains covered with clouds and with snow
We followed Salmon River down to the south
On the winding roads of Idaho
All of a sudden the horizon changed, the colours turned to black and blue
And in the heart of Snake River Plains, we faced the Craters of the moon.
Who could live in this strange wilderness
Looks like a sea of rocks and ruins
Looking for life out in the emptiness
Here on the Craters of the moon, on the Craters of the moon
It happened just 2.000 years ago, might happen once again real soon
Mother Earth raised up these cinder cones and formed the Craters of the Moon.
30 miles of black and lava stones and a holy place for the Shoshone
this is less a wasteland than a wonderland, these are the Craters of the Moon.
Who could live in this strange wilderness ...
But there were pidgeons on the vulcanos There were flowers on the cones
We saw butterflies on the lava stone on the Craters of the moon
A lotta life there on the moon
I asked the woman of the Shoshone tribe, is there any good that we can do
She said: you should worry about humankind, but don’t worry bout the Craters of the moon
There will be life forever on the moon
Who could live in this strange wilderness
Looks like a sea of rocks and ruins
But we found life there in the emptiness
Here on the Craters of the moon, here on the Craters of the moon
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The prairie wind was blowing
when we were reaching that small town
Out there on the dusty road
Right in the middle of nowhere
was a place that we were bound
Out there on the dusty road
Coyotes were howling
underneath a harvest moon
Out there on the dusty road
And a gold old country feeling
was arising soon
Out there on the dusty road
Made some friends along this road
played some songs for them and me
made some friends as good as gold
a part of me will always be
Out there on the dusty road
out there on the dusty road
Out there on the dusty road
The days were long and hard
working in the cotton fields
Out there on the dusty road
But on the front porch in the dark
lots of laughter and relief
Out there on the dusty road
The ole barn owl was howling
underneath the harvest moon
Out there on the dusty road
And this peaceful easy feeling
was arising soon
Out there on the dusty road
Found some friends along this road
played some songs for them and me
Made some friends as good as gold
a part of me will always be
Out there on the dusty road …
The prairie wind was blowing
as we were leaving that small town
Out there on the dusty road
Down in the south of Kansas
there are friends that we have found
Out there on the dusty road
out there on the dusty road
out there ….
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And finally we made our way to California
After following that old western trails
But the goldrush it was over
Is the western dream on sale?
So we rode all the way along the shoreline
From the Redwoods to the LA city lights
Tryin to find out what’s left over,
Of these dreams of a better time
We watched these Indians at Klamath River
Fishing salmon to get by for one more day
We caught the smell of salmon at a barbecue
Passing the golf resort at Half Moon Bay.
There’s no more gold on the streets of California
No magic carpets flying through the sky
but a lotta life that we have found there
And Pacific waves they are passing by...
We saw smart surfer boys all around here
They are dreaming of the everlasting wave
We met an old man fighting for his mountain
His dream seems hopeless but it’s so brave
Looking for some hippie dreams under the Golden Gate
Beside delusions there were very few to find
So we climbed the Hills of Hollywood
To look behind the Hollywood sign
We saw a giant lettering on a motor coach
There was written: Let the american dream be yours
California dreaming is not out of reach
But I guess that it’s fading more and more
There’s no more gold in the streets of California
No magic carpets flying through the skies
And a lotta love that we have found there
And Pacific waves in the pale moon light.
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16. |
Full moon song
04:45
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April’s the time for dreamin, they call it the full Pink Moon
And we found some pink moss growing, in the desert near Tucson
May is the time for bloomin, they call it the Flower Moon
we saw him rising in the magical valley, guided by a stormy tune
Six months mmh, they ended too soon
But six times mmh, we faced the full moon
June is a time of sweetness, fruits come out of the blooms,
we walked under Natural bridges, under the Strawberry Moon
July is a time of thunderstorms, we had ithem every afternoon,
restin g at the chrystal lake, under the Thunder Moon.
Only six month ....
August’s the time for fishing, they call it the Sturgeon Moon,
it was then, we saw the nighthawks leave, in the shadow of a montain dune.
September’s the time for harvesting, and the time to leave real soon
so we saved our memories on the beach, under the Harvest Moon.
Only six month ....
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Klaus Adamaschek & Shiregreen Rotenburg An Der Fulda, Germany
Klaus Adamaschek touches his audience with intelligent songwriting, a charismatic voice and deep thoughts. Musically, he combines influences from American folk, rock and country music with the classic German singer-songwriter tradition. Klaus Adamaschek has already released 14 albums as a solo artist and also with his Shiregreen Band. His songs and albums are highly praised by the critics. ... more
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